So, I a song. Rachel Wall's Last Good-Night. I've been meaning to post this since I wrote it in October 2016; now is as good a time as any. The words are mine. The tune is my adaptation of "The Bold Solder" tune sung by Lena Bourne Fish in the Anne and Frank Warner Collection.

From my Soundcloud entry:

Rachel Wall was hanged at Boston, on October ( Read more... )

Lest you think that I am all work and no play:

I recently re-watched Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl at a party. Some things never get old for me.

Black Pearl's crew: *storm the beach, roaring like orcs*

Me: :D :D :D *heart hands* shine on, you crazy wonderful diamondsPirates: *extort, pilfer, plunder and loot* *horrible ( Read more... )

I'm snug in a hotel room in an undisclosed location, listening to the rain on the roof and watching John Carpenter's The Fog at the urging of certain folks.

Movie: *phantom ship crewed by zombie pirates*

Me: It's beautiful. *single tear*

Me: kestrell and alexx_kay , HOW WELL YOU KNOW ME, FRIENDS ( Read more... )

"I want Pirates slash!  I want hot gay whalermen who cuddle a lot!  I want a tea party!"

"That's three kinks in one.  Darling, you can't have three kinks in one."

"I BEG TO DIFFER."

Holy smokes, I wrote this seven years ago.  0_O  For anyone who was curious, I dug up my massive multiplayer crossover between Pirates and Herman Melville's Moby- ( Read more... )

Oh man
Oh man oh man

I'm so glad I finally joined Tumblr.  After a shitty day, I got home, started goofing off online, and these pictures appeared on my dash.  *hearts in my eyes ( Read more... )

Remember the lost PotC fic I was seeking a few weeks ago?  I finally asked on pirate_hunters, and the helpful aletheiafelinea assisted me in finding it.

Here you go: " Sounding," by daft. NC-17, though be warned: all the smut takes place only in a character's fevered imagination.  A brief excerpt:

"...An' he told me to check the bilges, but there weren't nothing wrong. So then I ( Read more... )

No, I haven't forgotten what day it is...

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A Ballad Of John Silver

by John Masefield

We were schooner-rigged and rakish, with a long and lissome hull,
And we flew the pretty colors of the crossbones and the skull; 
We'd a big black Jolly Roger flapping grimly at the fore, 
And we sailed the Spanish Water in the happy days of yore.

We'd a long brass ( Read more... )